Seeing the captain of the guard Tasso, who died with the blood wolf, Edward really had mixed feelings for a moment - for the sake of faith, for fame, for dignity and for this qiē, people can put their lives on it as a gamble, even if they know that once they die, this qiē will lose its meaning.

But at least at the moment of death, something he stubbornly clings to will be recognized, even if it is only himself.

"Can you please stand up, it's not time to break yet. Edward's hand dragged Allen, who was sitting on the ground and watching Tasso's corpse flutter, and stared at the damned wolf who was staring at him was not dead, and Edward didn't have time to remember the heroic captain of the guard with the girl: "Don't let him die too useless, okay?"

As if stimulated, Alan slammed up from the ground. Edward smiled and glanced at her, "So, there is still a little villain waiting for me to go to the banquet, a little busy, can you please protect yourself?"

The girl didn't say much, just nodded silently, her eyes steadfast - she had begun to understand this little squire, his slightly withdrawn personality and way of thinking different from everyone else. You just need to do what you should do, and then give him everything, as long as you learn to believe in him.

Edward breathed a long sigh of relief, didn't look at Allen's departing figure, just waved his sword casually and smiled, and walked towards the blood wolf that was roaring in a low voice, becoming more and more careful, the surging killing intent was so cold that it made the bones tremble.

"I'm back again, you little villain!" Edward said indifferently to the blood wolf, but it looked more like he was talking to himself, "I won't be leaving this time, let's dance together!"

............ "Radiant Cross, please give us strength to fight against cowardice, give us faith so that we can face fear, bring the souls of the dead back to the starry sky, and forgive their sins if you repent heart......ily."

Even the incessant sound of killing outside did not interrupt the prayer of the little priest Weber, kneeling on his bare legs in the muddy ground full of rubble and gravel, his right hand gently pressed on the cover of the "Glorious Proverbs", and chanted unhurriedly with his eyes closed.

For the little priest, it was the only thing he could do for the knights and soldiers who were still fighting the monsters, and even though the scorching flames beside the trees around him made him sweat and his calves were scarred by the grit and gravel, he still recited the prayer with a solemn expression, his eyes closed even from the arrows flying overhead.

Seeing Weber's extremely pious expression, even Mrs. Angelica on the side showed a little consternation, and she even began to believe a little in the so-called "miracle of resurrection" - the first rule of the Radiant Cross believers is not to lie, and it is difficult to believe that such a pious priest would break this iron law.

But Mrs. Angelica was now more worried about Alan's life and death, and the lady in a hurry was completely calm, and even the little maid hiding under the wheel of the carriage could see how panicked her own lady was, and in fact she was not much stronger - when she saw Alan carrying a spear and crossing the flames, the little maid threw herself into her arms and cried without even thinking about it.

Alan Kwyn, who should have been panicked, was surprisingly calm, patted the little maid on the back, smiled softly, and walked over to Mrs. Angelica, her mother, who was watching her.

"If you want to do something, I won't stop you. Madame's gaze was complicated, and she knew very well what Allen's purpose was when she looked at her: "But be sure to be safe." ”

"I must. With that, Alan turned his gaze back to the camp: "Sir Leonardo, we have to save Sir Lawrence and all the people alive, please gather everyone!"

"Courage, boy of the Kwyns, but I'm afraid it's hard. Leonardo glanced at Alan with his sword: "I'll go with you, but you'd better have a plan." ”

Indeed, as he said, not only everyone's body is almost at the limit, but even there are few who can fight, and the hedgehog array around the carriage is becoming more and more sparse, just gritting his teeth and holding on with that stubborn perseverance.

Ser Rollas, the guards, and the warriors of the Knights of the Sacred Tree are still fighting the blood wolves - not all of them are lucky enough to encounter one blood wolf at a time, and these monsters, as Leonardo said, are armies compared to stupid bloodthirsty ghouls, and know best what it takes to attack them in groups.

The knights, the guards had to use their flesh and blood to fight against the same number of blood wolves as them, it was like a whirlpool of death constantly devouring life - they couldn't get out at all, they were completely surrounded by the blood wolves, the roaring blood wolves were like hunters rounding up their prey, they knew how to choose their prey.

The warriors scattered throughout the camp were their primary targets, and when they were all dead, the people in the center of the camp were all gone—it wasn't a fight, it was a massacre.

You have to rush out, and only if you rush out is there hope.

"We still have war horses, we still have knights!" Alan pointed to the tethered horses next to the carriage, "Release all the war horses, we can still launch a charge against this group of blood wolves!"

With that, Alan ignored the others who were still stunned, and immediately went over and drew his dagger, loosened the rope of the Wonderalusian thoroughbred that her father, Viscount Otto Kwyn had given her, and gently stroked the dark mane, and the toned foal snorted.

"Go find your new master. Alan whispered softly in the pony's ear. The black foal, who seemed to understand immediately, raised its front hooves and rushed into the fire like a cloud shadow in the night.

At this time, Sir Leonardo untied all the remaining horses, and more than twenty horses galloped towards the camp under the drive of torches, and the sound of galloping horses' hooves seemed to beat the war drums of the earth, and the whole camp seemed to explode!

Alan raised the spear in his hand, the golden horse's tail swayed in the wind, and with the sharp tip of the spear pointed forward, the high shouts of killing immediately reached everyone's ears.

"Long live the black bottom shield gun flag!"

............ Of course, Edward heard the chaos coming from the camp, and released all the horses, which means that it was already at the last moment, and he gave it a go.

"Do you hear the movement over there, you little scoundrel? His body was getting hotter and hotter, and he was as tired as if his bones had been filled with lead, and Edward was still panting and joking with the beast in front of him, and the blade of the sword in his hand never left for half a minute: "Your little friends are almost finished!"

The bloodthirsty monster responded with the deepest growl, and with a vicious roar, it slammed into Edward again, its sharp claws spread left and right, as if it was about to tear the black-haired boy to shreds.

Edward didn't dodge anymore - his physical strength was already beginning to be unable to keep up, and trying to avoid it again was purely to die, his footsteps shifted to the left, almost purely following his body's instinct to swing the blade in his hand, but the feeling was still extremely clear.

The sharp claw tip slashed through the spine of the sword, sparkling with sparks, and the right wrist flipped sharply, leaving a wound on the blood wolf's forelimb, but only the fur was torn open.

A little disappointed, Edward regained his footing and confronted the monster - the battle had been going on for several rounds, and he didn't have the strength to disembowel the beast with a single sword, and the monster seemed to be a little slower.

It's cunning...... Edward smiled, this beast had already seen that he couldn't kill it lightly, so he planned to slowly polish his patience and body, just like hunting a fox, and let himself die of exhaustion!

If you can't go on like this, you have to find something that can turn the situation around and regain the initiative...... Give yourself a chance to kill with one hit.

The blood wolf kept roaring, as if looking for the right moment for its next raid. After a few seconds of stalemate, a black steed suddenly galloped from the direction of the camp, and the smoke and dust rushed towards the black-haired boy, who was still a little strange.

The galloping horse had no intention of stopping at all, and rushed through the gap between the blood wolf and Edward like a swept wind, and the black-haired boy immediately tensed his body and picked it up from the spot without hesitation, grabbed the reins tightly and turned over on the horse!

Edward could clearly feel the strong physique and amazing explosiveness of the war horse under him in the wild gallop, even when he was galloping rapidly, he still held his head high proudly, until he pulled the reins several times, it stopped slightly reluctantly, turned the horse's head and confronted the blood wolf.

Even in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides had already opened more than fifty meters. The monster staring at Edward did not pounce immediately, but kept lowering its body, its spine full of sharp thorns bent like a tight war bow, ready to attack.

"What a good guy. Edward gently stroked the mane of the war horse, and weighed the Allen's sword with his right hand: "I heard that you are still a thoroughbred, let's see how fast you can run." ”

The roaring blood wolf pounced on him like an arrow from a string, and Edward almost simultaneously slammed the reins and raised his sword, and the neighing steed raised its front hooves haughtily!

"Charge!"

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